We warned Ollendorff to keep his wits about him and handle himself carefully, but it was useless; the moment the bow touched the bank, he made a spring and the canoe whirled upside down in ten-foot water.
Ollendorff seized some brush and dragged himself ashore, but Ballou and I had to swim for it, encumbered with our overcoats.

But we held on to the canoe, and although we were washed down nearly to the Carson, we managed to push the boat ashore and make a safe landing.

We were cold and water-soaked, but safe.

The horses made a landing, too, but our saddles were gone, of course.

We tied the animals in the sage-brush and there they had to stay for twenty-four hours.